In the beginning, I belonged to a witch who kept me underground, hidden in her hoard of treasure.
Then one day, a solider unearthed me.
When he lit his pipe by me, a little black dwarf appeared and carried out his orders.
So now my master, who was once a wounded soldier, dismissed by the king after years of faithful service, is a king who rules over the king, and has married his daughter.
The world hasn’t changed much, though. Witches, soldiers, kings—they’re all the same to me.
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